Monday, July 22, 2013

a new poet

Finding a new poet to discover thrills me.  Jeffrey Overstreet's book on film,  Through
a Screen Darkly  ( which is so very, very good), introduced me to Jane Hirshfield.


It is foolish
to let a young redwood   
grow next to a house.

Even in this   
one lifetime,
you will have to choose.

That great calm being,
this clutter of soup pots and books—

Already the first branch-tips brush at the window.   
Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.
Jane Hirshfield, “Tree” from Given Sugar, Given Salt. Cop

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